109 Days: A Soldier's Love Story

Chapter 2: freak attacks

Day 2:

I cannot believe I cried in front of that boy. Yesterday, as soon as I finished crying, I apologized and then I walked back to his truck with him. We were both speechless.

I skipped school today, because I was embarrassed that I actually cried in front of someone for the first time in twelve years. I couldn't talk to him about anything that happened, so it was better off to just avoid him completely.

After watching two full seasons of "The Walking Dead," I fell asleep on my bed, only to have my nightmares take control of me once more.

I was woken up by a loud ringing of my doorbell, thankfully. My nightmares are terrible, which actually make me love waking up. I walked to the door and opened it, not expecting to see him on the other side.

"Sean? How did you know where I live?" I stared at him closely. He actually was really attractive. His ginger 'flow' tamed with an old hunting hat made him look so much better. He was a good six inches taller than me, and he was wearing his cowboy boots with an old t-shirt that smelled amazing.

"Everyone knows where you live nearly. It wasn't hard.. Are you okay?" He asked looking into my eyes. I couldn't tell him why I broke down, so I had to lie to prevent any questions.

"Yes, I'm wonderful actually. Never better. Thanks for stopping by. Bye!" I began to slam the door before his hand caught it and pushed it back. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, but it took so much effort for me to prevent my reflexes from kicking in.

I sighed as I hugged him back. It was a foreign feeling. I hadn't hugged anyone since that day except for my family. I almost let myself relax completely in his arms. Key word: almost.

"Umm.. I have to go shoot my bow," I jerked back and stepped a few steps away from him. He laughed and shook his head.

"I'll go with you."

I glared at him. Doesn't he get the hint?

"Look, Underwood, I really don't need you to. I'm fine. Honest." I tried to assure him, but it was obvious he didn't believe me.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" It wasn't much of a question from him, it was more of a demand in a nice way.

"What all do you know about me?" I questioned him. Everyone knew I lived alone, as well as the fact that no one had seen or heard about my mom or dad. Ever. Although, certain people know about my mom dying and my dad never being there, but that's all they know.

"Your mom died. You don't know your dad. Your grandparents raised you until you were old enough to live on your own and do bills. You moved back here last year. And you've been a mystery ever since." he leaned back in my chair that was sitting in my small living room. I plopped down on the couch and sighed.

"Well... That's one thing. I guess," I sadly laughed.

"What triggered your freak attack in the field?" I glared at him for calling it that.

"Don't call it that, and just a.. memory.. That's all." I trailed off, keeping my eyes away from his.

He sighed and stood up, putting his hand on my shoulder. "I'm going to make you open up one day," and with that, he left my house.

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Day 3:

I woke up to my phone blaring the alarm loudly in my ear. I knew I had to go to school today, but I dreaded it because I still needed sleep. I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and let the heat hit my back.